MARGIT.

Never again shall I essay to redeem my baleful pledge.
From this day onward I am a better man. Yet
would I fain escape dishonourable punishment for my
deed. [To GUDMUND.] Should you be restored to favour
and place again, say a good word for me to the King!

GUDMUND.

I? Ere the sun sets, I must have
left the country.

[Astonishment amongst
the GUESTS. ERIK in whispers, explains
the situation.

MARGIT.

[To GUDMUND.] You go? And Signe
with you?

SIGNE.

[Beseechingly.] Margit!

MARGIT.

Good fortune follow you both!

SIGNE.

[Flinging her arms round MARGIT’s
neck.] Dear sister!

GUDMUND.

Margit, I thank you. And now farewell. [Listening.]
Hush! I hear the tramp of hoofs in the court-yard.